in her chest, in her head. It was throbbing between her legs,
demanding release.
Dallas peppered kisses over Quinn’s flat belly before she
moved down. Her panties were neon green, bikini cut, which
made Dallas smile. The green part. Quinn’s favorite color was
green. At least, she thought it still was. The panties were
surprisingly silky and soft when Dallas ran her finger over
them, which was maybe why Quinn chose them, and not the
color at all.
Dallas hissed when she brushed her finger over Quinn’s
core and found her panties soaked. Quinn’s hips curled up
again, her own need just as strong and evident as Dallas’.
Dallas knew that if Quinn were to touch her between her
legs, she’d be soaked as well, but just a single brush of
Quinn’s finger could probably make Dallas come. She had a
feeling it was the same for Quinn, but she wanted to draw her
pleasure out for as long as she possibly could. As long as she
could hang onto her sanity, more like.
Watching Quinn shudder and writhe against her touch was
almost more than Dallas could take. She slid Quinn’s panties
away from her gently. Quinn was more frantic, bending her
legs and kicking them off when they were on her ankles.
Quinn wasn’t shy and she let her legs fall to the sides,
making room for Dallas. If Dallas thought she was out of
control before, she knew that she barely had a scrap of
anything remaining as she studied Quinn’s beautiful body, bare
and open to her. Dallas’ mouth watered when she let herself
look at Quinn. She was perfect. Totally shaved, soft, glistening
wet.
“My god,” Dallas whispered when Quinn squirmed a little